368.
369.
They say if you fold a thousand paper cranes, the gods will grant you a single wish.
370.
371.
She knew only one god.
372.
373.
Pein had changed over the years. He had inhabited too many bodies and killed too many innocents. He was Madara's puppet, obeying his every violent and destructive whim without hesitation.
374.
375.
She wasn't allowed to call him "Nagato" anymore.
376.
377.
There will be a day when she outlives her use to him.
378.
379.
Yahiko.
380.
381.
Jiraya-sensei.
382.
383.
It's raining again. She can hear the droplets spattering against the roof.
384.
385.
Paper roses and crystal balls and promises you know he can never keep…
386.
387.
Konan's slim hands repeat the same fold for the three-hundred and eighty-eighth time, and she silently wishes again.